The silence of the 5 months since the Great Diagnosis was finally broken.
The Great Awakening took place on Monday, 17th December in the late evening; for the first time, Hannah cried long and loud. It was as if she had awakened from deep sleep to experience the world, its aches, colours, sounds, for the first time.
Nothing can ever compare with the sounds of this unfamiliar cry; a kind of halfhearted whimper that magnified uncertainty over its validity.
I hoped, that very moment, that Hannah would never leave us again.